#overworked Hux

[forcedhesitation]

people getting mad at them adding bots to 2vs8...I get that survivor queues in 2vs8 are actually incredibly fast. I would know, because killer queue times during 2vs8 are so fucking long that I never even bother trying to play killer when this game mode is active, despite heavily preferring that role. now imagine this queue time problem with Wesker involved...

also...be so very honest with yourself. do you really think the bots are going to be worse than the 2-3 sables you get in every single lobby? do you think they will be worse than the new players that a RE-themed game mode with a free testing period for all RE characters will bring in? do you think they will be worse than the entitled assholes who refuse to participate in normal gameplay and deliberately sabotage their teammates because they are unhappy with [insert something trivial]?

keep in mind that the implementation of bots would also mean that certain situations in which a killer would be able to put pressure on survivors by trying to take advantage of altruism will not matter if the survivor being used as bait is a bot, or if the killer mistakenly attacks a bot instead of a real player attempting a rescue. the bot's feelings cannot be hurt if you do not rescue them, or if you get them hooked. while I don't think this is going to have a massive impact on the gameplay (especially not with how gleefully spiteful and cruel some killer players can be), there will be instances where you might find yourself able to escape a chase, or the trial, because there is no shame in leaving the bot behind, or in sandbagging them.

[armitagehuxsleepschedule]

alright i'm home from work now and still thinking about hux. i feel like i already did a post about how hux's whole life story makes for a fun demonstration of why fascism doesn't work and can never be used for good. however i also think he's a great example of another one of the core failings of fascism, which is prioritizing ideology and vague concepts over actual people.

hux has no friends in the first order. he has some people he works closer with than others and he has some people he seems to get along with on a professional level, but real actual intimacy? none. he is fanatically devoted to "the first order," but the people who are in the first order? fodder for the cause. he wants to "make the galaxy a better place," but the people who live in the galaxy? also fodder. can be slaughtered in the hundreds of billions for the sake of some lofty "greater good."

hux's "better galaxy" could only ever work if somehow every single person in it was as devoted and overworked as he is; otherwise put, it could never actually work in real life and is, at best, a pipe dream he and his subordinates can keep working towards forever until they all die.

fascism is all about this sort of thing in real life too. touting a bunch of vague platitudes about making things "better" somehow that don't hold up to scrutiny and would fall apart right away if actually implemented, and prioritizing abstract concepts over real living breathing human beings.

as far as totalitarian villains go i like hux partly because he, at least, genuinely believes he's doing all this war-waging for the greater good. but ultimately, hux's "better galaxy" looks like a world where everybody, even himself, lives a life of bleak austerity in a state of paranoia and constant terror that they'll slip up and do something wrong and get horribly punished.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Save me gingerpilot..

Save me Hux violently shaking from caffeine and stim overdose and Poe sitting next to him on the bed trying to comfort him even though he is exhausted, so exhausted and frustrated and helpless. Because it's not a first time, because it's getting worse, because Hux is still overworking himself even with the resistance. And even though Poe wants to scream he is not going to give up on Hux. Not now, not ever.

[tarinetea]

another discussion on character hcs. the "did" edition. i've seen a few of these drifting about over the years so i thought i'd speak on it. we're plural. (questions open. no guarantee i'll answer + be decent). i don't exactly use these hcs in my own interpretations but i just. wanted to write this because i feel like i only ever see full fledged system with distinct obvious alters hcs. no hate to those just plurality is so much more diverse than that.

anyways. yes there is reasonable evidence for both kylo and hux to be plural. however i really don't think either fall under proper did. both situations, in my opinion, fall under otherwise specified dissociative disorder. i will not be getting into system formation stuff on this post that isn't my problem.

so starting with kylo i personally think they fall under actually only having 2 fully formed alters, at most 3. however, kylo *is* polyfrag. however, these aren't fully formed. majority memory holders or extremely specific tasks. as for those full headmates, i honestly would say ben and kylo are separate. other is probably a caretaker or emotional regulator type role if anything.

as for hux i do personally think osdd1a with functional multiplicity. similar personalities between alters however has led to high communication and coming to the similar practice of leaving notes and recordkeeping somehow. of course there's still some amnesia between switches but given the lack of sleep and overworking, he can fly under the radar for forgetting a few things on occasion.

have my two cents. singlets Please please don't derail this for my sanity. other plural folks hi.

[deadbydangit]

Killer Masterlist P-Z

Pig- Amanda Young

With a Reader who doesn't mind trials

With a sweet survivor Reader

Locker Quickies NSFW

Plague- Adiris

With a Reader who gets Sick Often

With a Reader who does magic tricks

With a sweet survivor Reader

First kisses

With a Reader who likes to draw

With a Reader who gets headaches

With a killer from past times discovering new technology

Shape-Michael Myers

First Kisses

A Reader who has a Napoleon complex.

With a tall Reader who is insecure about their height

Singularity- HUX-A7-13

Reacting to the Xenomorph



Skull Merchant-Adriana Imai

With a insecure virgin Reader. NSFW

With a Reader who is self-conscious about wearing glasses

First Kisses



Spirit- Rin Yamaoka

Visiting them Outside of a Trial

Dancing with them

A Spa Day with them

Comforting a Reader after they got sacrificed

Learning to speak their language

Comforting the Reader after a bad trial

First Kisses

Comforting the Reader after a nightmare.

Helping them when they get stuck under a pallet.

When they want your Attention

With a Depressed Survivor who was turned into a Killer

When the Reader brings home an animal.

With a reader who has been given an outfit similar to their killer s/o

With an emotionless killer Reader

With a Reader that likes to cook

Trapper- Evan MacMillan

As Parents

How they React to Being Shown Affection

With a Reader who fights back

Walking in on the Reader changing. SFW and NSFW

Discovering Netflix

With a Reader who overworks themselves

Comforting the Reader after a nightmare

Calming the Reader down before they go into their first trial

With a Reader that likes to cook

How they give compliments

Dying Light (Fanfiction)

With a reader who has been given an outfit similar to their killer s/o

With a Cry Baby Reader

With a Reader who needs Glasses

A Reader with a mask killer s/o who wants to see their face

First Kisses

How they would propose

With a Reader who doesn't mind trials

With a Reader who is very small. SFW and NSFW

With a Reader who's shy SFW and NSFW

With a Reader who likes to draw

Stalking the Reader to ask them on a date

Comforting them after a nightmare

On their wedding day

Trickster- Ji-Woon Hak

With a Cry Baby Reader

Reader and their S/o getting into an argument

On their wedding day

A Spa Day with them

With a Reader who fights back

Bedtime with them

With a Reader who does magic tricks

Accidentally walking in on the S/O Reader changing. SFW and NSFW

Comforting them after a nightmare

With a Reader that likes to cook

With a Reader who was married to the Killer in a previous life

Taking Care of them when their Sick

Dancing with them

With a Reader who draws suggestive pictures of them. NSFW

Entity threatening killer to do better or Reader S/O gets tortured

With a reader who's self aware that they're in the game.

Helping them when they get stuck under a pallet.

When they want your Attention

With a Depressed Survivor who was turned into a Killer

When the Reader brings home an animal

With a reader who has been given an outfit similar to their killer s/o

With a Reader who loves taking pictures

Going out to Eat with them

With an emotionless killer Reader

Cheering up the Reader after a bad day

Twins- Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

Putting Flowers in their Hair

With a Reader who does magic tricks

Seeing them in a new outfit

With a killer from past times discovering new technology

With a sweet survivor Reader

Comforting them after a nightmare

With a clumsy Reader

Learning to speak their language

Cuddling with them

Locker Quickies NSFW

Wraith-Philip Ojomo

As Parents

First Kisses

Visiting them Outside of a Trial

The Reader saying they love them the first time

How they would propose

With a depressed Reader who was a survivor but was turned into a killer

A Reader who has a Napoleon complex.

With a insecure virgin Reader. NSFW

Xenomorph

[vanta-nev00]

alyx's hallucinations

alyx happens to occasionally faint after a stressful and overworked day - not very often, but still. that's why she receives special meds and supplements, to keep herself stable.

but when she actually ends up fainting, she usually gets vivid flashbacks of her jedi childhood, before her master was killed. while fully concious, alyx never seem to remember those events though.

hux doesn't seem to be too friendly towards alyx. in his opinion, if she was raised and trained for a literal killing machine, she should act like it - cold, emotionless and minding her own business. he especially seems to hate how emotional she gets around kylo sometimes.

i'm not too skilled when it comes to drawing comics, but this one was pretty entertaining to make

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs are getting a drink at a cafe, what's their usual order?

oooh very interesting question!! Thank you so much!

For reference, my go-to order is usually an iced caramel macchiato or vanilla cream cold brew when it's warm out and a hot peppermint mocha or dirty chai latte when it's cold, and I admittedly don't do much branching out from there, so we'll see what I can come up with.

Robin: I feel like she'd enjoy hazelnut coffee. Maybe a hazelnut and vanilla latte? Something a little sweet, but not too much, and still has that depth and richness.

Rae: She doesn't really go to cafes often - usually she'll just have coffee at home, if she even has time for that. So probably just something simple, a latte with milks and a little sugar. Maybe a chai if she wants to switch it up.

Jasper: Cafe au lait wasn't their go-to before, but it is now. No matter how many times they order it, it always reminds them of that first date with Kyle, and that makes it special.

Ophelia: Whatever's got the most caffeine, since she's perpetually overworked and sleep deprived. Cold brew for sure, maybe with chocolate cream on top (though she probably cuts the cold brew as little as she can without giving herself a heart attack)

Kestrel: Doesn't really drink coffee. If they're going to cafe, they're probably getting a hot chocolate or a frappe or some other novelty drink.

Madison: I feel like she'd be a matcha girl and wouldn't realize it. Like she'd stick to more typical coffee things for a while (she's used to black coffee after living in the woods, though she likes it with a little cream and sugar when she can get it), then the triplets suggest matcha one time so she tries it, and then it becomes her go-to.

Indigo (let's just say there's coffee in Star Wars): Probably just regular coffee, since most of the time she needs to get straight to work. Sometimes she drinks tarin tea since it reminds her of Hux. After she gets to her more settled-in life, maybe she branches out a little more, but she's still comfortable with simpler brews.

Prometheus: A mocha for sure :)

Quinn: Oh, anything. They've been all over the world with their thieving gigs, so they've tried all sorts of coffee... good and bad. As long as it's decent-quality coffee, they don't really have a go-to drink.

[ao3feed--kylux]

You See Me, You Found Me, You Love Me

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by AvengerKat

General Armitage Hux of the First Order may not be all that human. With the steady production of Starkiller and the thorn in his side Kylo Ren, Hux decides to take a much-needed shore leave. A chance to unwind. A chance to see the galaxy outside of the Order. Or maybe a chance to meet someone new. When Armitage stumbles upon a man named Ben, he waves him off as someone who will come and go. But when Ben seems to stick around longer than anticipated, Hux might find himself falling for the man. Will Armitage be able to juggle the masks he wears or will it all crumble into pieces.

Alein!Hux AU-Cannon Divergence

Words: 967, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Phasma (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Armitage Hux's Mother

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux & Phasma

Additional Tags: Alien Armitage Hux, Xenophobia, Planet Arkanis (Star Wars), Canto Bight | Capital City of Cantonica (Star Wars), Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Armitage Hux is Overworked, Nice Armitage Hux, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/F37gC1m

[ao3feed--reylo]

It’s not the being alone, it’s more the being Unknown

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by RajsaRenSolo

Rey of clan Niima is suffering, abused by her clan and worked to the bone in return for scraps. When her keep hosts a meet between feuding father and son, Han and Ben Solo, to put an end to the grain and land disputes. When Ben Solo comes across the overworked and free spirited Rey, he immediately falls for her. How will she take it when she realizes he kidnapped her to forgo the trivialities of pre marriage courting?

Words: 1074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Finn (Star Wars), Rose Tico, Jannah (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Unkar Plutt, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, Leia Organa/Han Solo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Medieval Medicine, highland au, Master/Servant, Not really though, i mean kinda, Damsels in Distress, sorry I love that trope, Deal, Knight Ben Solo, Virgin Rey (Star Wars), NOT a Virgin Ben, some kinkery, Ben Solo is Soft for Rey, ben gets revenge for rey

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qocEOjI

[tchester27]

Chapter 2 - Dangerzone

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As the doors closed behind her, Efa pressed her back against them and slid down onto the polished marble floor. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. She felt a mixture of emptiness and despair. When the General had delivered the news, when he had uttered her name, and shown her the contract, she had erupted into panic. She hadn’t shown it of course, she had been trained to remain calm and collected, but inside she had been a storm. She was certain it only contained formal employment information, but she couldn’t help but fear the worst. She had just managed to secure a position with the Admiral back on Lothal. It wasn’t a dream, the Admiral wasn’t kind or patient, but working there meant she could see her brother and help with her nieces. After the death of his wife the family had fallen apart, there was barely an income when she was alive but her brother couldn’t work. The salary from the Admiral hadn’t been generous, but it had been enough for them to survive. But now, being here with the order…she wasn’t sure if she could send them the credits they needed, or even contact them? But worst of all, the family had been working with the resistance before her sister in laws death. Before she was killed by the First Order for collaborating.

She shouldn’t have come here, she knew she could very easily fall into danger. But she was foolish. She hadn’t anticipated that the Admiral would be meeting with such a high ranking official of the Order, or that they’d be coming to one of the main ships to do so. Not that the Admiral shared much anyway.

Sighing, she pulled herself to her feet, trying to draw her attention to her new surroundings. At least she could relax for a moment and bask in some privacy. She would get through a day at a time.

Slowly exploring her newfound space, she marvelled at the king-sized bed that engulfed the room. Everything was pristine, from the marble en-suite bathroom to the fully-loaded kitchenette, complete with a small desk and couch at the end of the bed. Upon opening the closet, she was surprised to be met with her baggage from their shuttle.

So, this really was all premeditated. She cursed the Admiral under her breath. Some communication…even a smidge…would’ve been nice.

After hanging up some of her clothes and arranging her toiletries in their new places, she collapsed gratefully onto the bed. Despite it all, the comfort of the First Order didn’t disappoint.

A ding echoing through her room startled her from her sleep. She hadn’t even realised she’d been out, and, slightly panicked, she grappled around for her alarm. 3am. Ok, so she hadn’t slept through her first day at least. Sighing heavily at the slight nausea, she pushed herself up. The lights had been left on, and she wandered about aimlessly until she remembered what she was doing. Ah yes, the ding. Spinning on her heel in the direction of the datapad, she tapped the screen to activate it.

New Message

From: General Hux.

Regarding: First Day

Induction cancelled. Presence required tomorrow on the bridge, 08.00.

She frowned. Geez working late? Stars, why send this now? She grumbled to herself as she searched for the volume button for notifications. She wasn’t about to be woken every night of this damn internship just because the General wants to overwork. That was his business, but right now, she was off the clock.

Feeling a sense of tiredness wash back over her, she brought herself to the sink. Finding a glass, she poured herself some water, before dimming the lights. She headed back to her bed and set the glass down, changing into her pyjamas. She picked up a book she’d packed as she slipped into bed, this time taking the time to tuck herself in properly. The weight of the sheets were just right, and she was asleep again in no time.

At 7am Efa rolled over into slight consciousness. She awoke the same time every morning, at today was no different than the last. Glancing at her alarm, she mentally calculated how much time she had to prepare for the day.

Step one - get up.

She groaned, willing for a moment more in the warm bliss of her cocoon. The daily battle, but she would win. Willing herself up, she pushed herself to her feet, and made her way to the bathroom. She normally needed forty minutes to get ready, but today she managed it all in twenty. With some time, she decided to sort out her room code, and order some breakfast. Her mind wandered slightly back to the Admiral and the team, she wondered if they too were preparing for the day. Possibly entering into another meeting soon. They would probably have Sha replace her, he was excellent at basic, so he seemed a natural choice. Drawing her attention back to the screen, she tried to remember what she was doing.

And then she saw it.

Bottom right.

The time.

8.30am.

Stars. She hadn’t set her alarm to Imperial Time. Which meant…she was an hour late. On her first day….

She dropped the pad and sprinted to the door. Surely they had to have some leniency for her very first task? Perhaps it was simply another meeting with the General?

The bridge.

Stars, she didn’t know the way.

Trying very hard not to fall into a complete panic, Efa looked around for a trooper. Thankfully, a group had just began turning the corner, and she approached them hurriedly, asking for their help. Two broke off from the group and just as hurriedly marched her towards her destination. Still a little panicked, she tried to prepare herself and keep her composure before they arrived. Thankfully, they were there in a short amount of time.

The guards at the entrance to the bridge asked for her identification, and her heart sank when they refused to listen to her. Frustration and worry began to bubble up as she tried to explain her position, her words falling over one another as she spoke about having not yet received formal identification. The guards simply told her to return when she could prove her access, but something broke through in the seemingly hopeless situation.

The door panels slammed open, and the guards were pulled violently into the bridge with the force of a jedi. But this was no jedi.

Efa had barely any time to comprehend what had happened before she too was whisked into the room herself. She wasn’t pulled as harshly, but the force didn’t hesitate to pull her body roughly as it dragged her forward on her heels.

As she moved, she saw the bridge open up around her, but her attention was on the dark figure towering before her. The limp bodies of the guards lay at his feet, and the lights of the controls gleamed off of the figure’s mask.

“So, this is why my translator was late.” The modified voice sent a shiver down her spine as she was placed before him. “Such fools, but you are here. You are lucky, my patience was wearing thin.”

Trying to disguise her terror, she kept herself still and stood tall before who she presumed was the sith. She knew far more about him than she wanted to, but experiencing him in person was much more harrowing than listening through war stories.

“I am at your service, Commander. I apologise sincerely for the delay. It will not happen again.” She managed, as professionally as possible.

“It certainly won’t,” he stated, dryly. “We are preparing for contact with an allied ship. We are establishing contact as we speak. When we receive their signal, you must interpret their message into basic and communicate back. I will be providing the responses.”

“Yes, sir.” She forced herself to look into where she presumed his eye were, as was as was custom in addressing those in positions of power. However she was met only with the dark abyss of his mask in response. She’d had to deal with plenty of dangerous criminals before. Hell, on a planet like Lothal, everyone needs a translator. But this was nothing like she was used to. She was staring at pure evil. Usually the worst of the worst paid the best. It was certainly the case here too.

A sudden beeping filled the space, and a worker announced that they had received the signal from the ally. Without warning, a blue hologram appeared at the front of the bridge, stretching out before them. The face belonged to a human, but they spoke a language she was surprised to hear. It was very old, almost never used for common communication.

“Girl, speak.” Kylo Ren’s voice boomed her back into the room. Her intrigue had almost succeeded in transporting her away from her current predicament. Forcing herself into translator mode, she asked the face to repeat itself.

“Commander Ren, we demand an immediate update on the location of General Snoke. We urgently require contact.” She managed, it was a difficult language to translate, and her ability to concentrate was made worse by the Commander’s intimidating presence. She stood ready for a response, but instead the Supreme Leader remained silent. She glanced back at the face, which repeated its question. “Commander Ren, we require a response.” She said, careful to omit the slightly harsher choice of words.

She could hear the sound of heavy breathing coming from the figure before her, and she stepped back quickly as he ignited his saber. Other workers in the room had also drawn their attention to the commotion, and had retreated themselves.

“Tell them that General Snoke is no longer present. Tell them that, in his absence, I have assumed the role of Supreme Commander. If they seek him, they must search elsewhere.” He seethed.

A thousand questions flooded her mind as she nodded hurriedly, before translating his message.

The hologram let out a bellowing laugh that Efa felt vibrate through the floors of the ship. Listening to the response, she swallowed, piecing together a way to communicate it that wouldn’t have her head torn from her body.

“They…claim that you are not being truthful. They demand that you tell them his location, they…also do not recognise your assumed positi-” A metal grip wrapped around her throat, stopping her mid-word. He had lunged at her, holding her up to his mask. His saber blazed behind him as he tilted his head to face her. She struggled, her gasps growing desperate. There was nothing else to do but desperately stare at her own reflection looking back at her with wide, pleading eyes.

Suddenly the mask turned slightly, towards a nearby worker on a control panel. “Fire.” He spat, his modified voice full of boiling rage threatening to spill.

For a moment Efa lost all hope, believing she was about to be executed, she glanced once more at herself. But she wasn’t looking back. Instead, a blinding white light blared across the mask, engulfing the bridge. The silent explosion of the allied ship would have almost been peaceful if not for the fact the Commander had just killed the man she was speaking with moments before. The sheer terror she was feeling was like nothing she had every experienced before, held in the fist of a murderer.

Before she could realise it, she fell to her knees. Through blurred vision, she watched as the figure disappeared from view in a mix of blazing red, wisping robes and thundering footsteps.

[armitagehuxsleepschedule]

okay so like i'm not sure how coherent this is but i think general hux functions as a really good microcosm on why fascism does not and cannot work.

so you've got this guy who is a "well-intentioned" fascist. he wants to conquer the galaxy so that he can make it a better place. make the wealth distribution more equitable. make sure everybody has a place and a purpose. noble goals, on paper.

but then his operation gets hijacked by snoke, then kylo ren, then palpatine, all of whom only want power for its own sake and couldn't care less about improving the galaxy.

on the surface, it might seem like hux could have succeeded if only he didn't get ousted, except... fascism encourages obedience, conformity. enforces a very strict hierarchy. outright discourages critical thinking and questioning those who outrank you. and fascism is a system, not one person. no matter how "well-intentioned" any individual fascist may be, no matter how genuinely that one person may believe they're only wielding authoritarianism for noble purposes, a system with such a strong focus on obedience encourages corrupt authority figures to take control.

on top of that, maintaining control even for a "benevolent" dictator requires them to commit human rights violations, and most people do not appreciate having their rights violated. telling them "trust me, it's actually for the greater good!" isn't gonna accomplish much if you're also war-criming them.

hux is driven and incredibly smart, but he's also naive and idealistic. the best-case scenario for him without kylo and palpatine? supreme leader hux would spend the rest of his life battling resistance to his rule both within the first order and from the people they conquered, then die young from overwork. or maybe get assassinated.

fascism digs its own grave. it is not possible to use fascist methods for good.

anyway idk why i'm writing a seriouspost about the futility of fascism and "benevolent dictators" through the framing device of a star wars villain, especially considering there is no way he was intentionally written to be a demonstration of that particular topic, but eh. it is what it is

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Haunted Object @huxloween

Hux sighed rubbing face with his hands. Since he started working with New Republic his life should drastically improve right? No. Not even at the slightest. He was still miserable, overworked and tired. And now that he didn't have his rank it was even more miserable and tiring. He put away his blue print and tilted his head back. When he straightened his back he saw it. It was laying on his table although it shouldn't.

"The kriff… " he said touching the hilt of the crossed constructed lightsaber. Exactly the same that Kylo Ren wielded before his death. Hux was looking at it for a few minutes them pressed his lips together, stood up and threw it through the window. " I am over you." He said and turned around. And there it was. Again on his table. He cursed. After that event he tried to throw it away, destroy it, burn it, dissolve it in acid, crush it, numerous of times. It always came back as good as new. He tried to lock it in the drawer. But the blade somehow turned on and ruined his furniture.

"I can't keep you, you stupid piece of trash. Why can't you just fuck off?!" He said feeling tears falling down his face. "I can't keep you. You are dead." He whispered trying not to burst in tears "I can't… fuck."

He cried for three days straight. Barely moved from the bed. Every time he looked at the hilt he discovered new levels of pain. But he kept it close to himself.

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.

But nobody ever mentioned being haunted by lightsaber.

Or that the Acceptance may never come.

[iamaboatyouarethesea]

Hux drabble

Everything feels so numb right now. His hands, his feet, his brain. He‘s always been proud of his brain. It has been his best quality all his life. From he was a pale, skinny, scared-but-not-showing-it boy. The only thing he feels is his belt pressing against his ribs while he sits bent over his desk staring at his datapad. He’s been staring at the same report for hours now. He has read the entire text several times, but he can’t for the life of him get his brain or his body to react in any way. He feels empty inside and out. Not like a shell, but more like a transparent illusion. Like if he could see himself from the outside he would see the chair beneath him and the wall behind.

“General?��� a cautious voice asks from the door, “Are you ready for you meeting with the lieutenants?”

Hux slowly forces his eyes to look up at the visitor, and slowly nods.

“Of course, I’ll be right with you.”

He isn’t ready for the meeting. He can’t even remember what he wrote on the agenda. After staring at his hands for almost a minute, he takes a long, ragged breath. Why does nothing ever stop? He just needs a break, just need to lie down in the dark for a couple of minutes. Or maybe a couple of days.

Forcefully he removes the notion. He is not weak! He is a General, and he didn’t get command over a starship by lying in the dark. Flexing his fingers he opens the agenda for the lieutenants meeting, shakes his head, stretches his shoulders, and goes to work. Like does every day. Like he has done every day.

Nothing ever stops.

[ao3feed--kylux]

You See Me, You Found Me, You Love Me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/USR384p

by AvengerKat

General Armitage Hux of the First Order may not be all that human. With the steady production of Starkiller and the thorn in his side Kylo Ren, Hux decides to take a much-needed shore leave. A chance to unwind. A chance to see the galaxy outside of the Order. Or maybe a chance to meet someone new. When Armitage stumbles upon a man named Ben, he waves him off as someone who will come and go. But when Ben seems to stick around longer than anticipated, Hux might find himself falling for the man. Will Armitage be able to juggle the masks he wears or will it all crumble into pieces.

Alein!Hux AU-Cannon Divergence

Words: 967, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Phasma (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars), Armitage Hux's Mother

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux & Phasma

Additional Tags: Alien Armitage Hux, Xenophobia, Planet Arkanis (Star Wars), Canto Bight | Capital City of Cantonica (Star Wars), Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Armitage Hux is Overworked, Nice Armitage Hux, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending

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[beewithknee]

let us take care of you

poly damn boys (+ gavin) x freelancer hurt/comfort

You were tired. Emotionally, physically, mentally. Everything. Your entire system was exhausted and you had no charger. You loved the fact that people could come to you, but all day, everyday, it was a constant request from you. Somebody always needed something, and you were happy to help, mostly. But fuck if it wasn’t exhausting. You hadn't even realised you had made it home until a pair of hands landed on your shoulders

“Hey, freelancer. You okay?” Gavin asked, eyes searching yours. You stood straighter, plastering on your fake smile. “Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?” You questioned back, falling back into your habits. Gavin cocked his head, bringing his hands into yours and pulling you into him. “Please don't do that. You don't have to take care of everyone and everything here. You’ve got 4 of us for god sake. Will you let us take care of you? Please?” He asked, hands moving to take off your jacket. You nodded hazily. Mind fogging from the fatigue and the warmth that radiated off of him. Another set of arms wrapped around your waist and you jumped in surprise. “Shh, it's okay flower. It's just me.” Huxley’s smooth voice whispered into your ear. You leaned back into his chest. You felt him smile, his face resting in your neck “Come on. Everyone’s home.” It was a miracle. All your conflicting schedules lead to someone, usually, being left out. A warm smile bloomed on your face. You broke away from the two boys and moved to your other lovers.

“Hey boys.” You kissed each of their heads. You sat in front of them, bending down to undo their shoes. You knew that Lasko walked around all day and that Damien had flat feet. You undid their shoes, reaching up to relieve the tension from Lasko’s but his hands stopped you. “Love, stop. Please” he requested quietly, you immediately removed your hands, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You felt guilty, what had you done? He caught your expression. “Oh no, love. You didn't do anything wrong. But you don't need to do that. We’re fine, okay? Just let us pamper you.” His stutter always disappeared at home, knowing he was safe with you all. Two strong hands lifted you off the floor and you shrieked, clinging to the strong biceps.

“HUXLEY!” You cried, terrified. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but still, it was scary. He laughed behind you, placing you onto Lasko’s lanky body. “Uh, hi.” You laughed a little awkwardly, trying to scoot off him. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Stay.” He whispered, and you never could deny him anything. You stilled as the others sat down. Gavin sat in front of you, pulling off your shoes. Bringing his thumb into your foot, slowly pulling all the tension out. His heavenly hands moved up your calf before switching to the other leg. One arm went to each other, your elementals and Lasko hands worked through your shoulder knots. You groaned, all their hands felt incredible. Damien laughed, “Feel good firefly?” You nodded your head, letting your eyes slip closed. A few minutes later you were being held and everyone was in a cuddle pile on the couch. You shifted, feeling guilty for not doing anything. Huxley caught the action.

“There's nothing you need to do. Just relax.” He soothed.

“You’ve worked so hard and you’re always taking care of everyone, running yourself into a hole in the ground. Just, please, give us some of the responsibility.” Gavin added, kissing up your neck. You smiled, eyes shimmering with tears. “Aww firefly, don't cry. It's okay. We love you and we’re always gonna be here to help out.” Damien whispered, squeezing your joint hand. Lasko’s affection was silent, three little squeezes to your waist. You tapped his palm 4 times and he beamed a smile at you. Pink rose to your cheeks and in that moment, they swore you belonged in a museum. “T-thank you.” You stuttered, words choked with love and tears. Gavin wiped the one that split and kissed your neck softly once more. A movie was played and your eyelids were drooping after 20 minutes.

“Sleep flower, we’ll carry you to bed in a little bit.” Huxley reassured, that was all you needed to collapse against them fully. They swore from that day on that they needed to keep a better eye on you. Make sure you knew that you deserved to have people take care of you too.